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Scea. 3a.

Enter Heccat: Witches, & Fire-stone
Hec.
The Moone's a Gallant, see how brisk she rides

Stad.
heer's a rich Evening, Heccat.

Hec.
J: is't not wenches,
to take a Jorney of five thousand Mile

Hop.
ours will be more to night

Hec.
oh, 'twill be pretious: heard you the Owle yet?

Stad.
breifely in the Copps,
as we came through now:

Hec.
'tis high time for vs then.

Stad.
There was a Bat hoong at my lipps three times
as we came through the woods, and dranck her fill.
old Puckle saw her.

Hec.
you are fortunate still
the very Schreich-Owle lights vpon Your shoulder
and wooes you, like a Pidgeon: are you furnishd?
haue you your Oyntments?

Stad-
all:

Hec.
prepare to Flight then
J'll over-take you swiftly

Stad.
hye-thee Heccat:
We shalbe vp betimes

Hec.
J'll reach you quickly

Fire:

they' are all going a Birding to night: they talke of Fowles
i'th Aire, that fly by day, J am sure they'll be a Company of
Fowle Slutts there to night: yf we haue not Mortallitie after
it, J'll be hang'd, for they are able to putryfie it; to Jnfect
a whole Region: She spies me now.

Hec.

what Fire-stone, our sweet Son?

Fire.

a litle sweeter then some of yo
u; or a Doonghill were too good for me.

Hec.

how much ha'st here?

Fire.

Nine teene, and all brave plump ones, besides six lizards,
and three Serpentine Eggs.

Hec.
deere, and sweet Boy; What herbes ha'st thou?

Fire-
J haue some Mar Martin, and Mandragon;

Hec.
Marmaritin, and Mandragora, thou wouldst say.
heer's Pannax too: J thanck thee

Fire-
My Pan akes J am sure
With kneeling-downe to Cut 'em.

Hec.
and Selago,
Hedge Hisop too: how neere he goes my Cuttings?
were they all cropt by Moone-light?

Fire.
every Blade of 'em.
or J am a Moone-Calff (Mother)

Hec.
hye thee home with'em
looke well to the House to night; J am for aloft.

Fire.

Aloft (quoth you?) J would you would breake yo
r neck once, that J might haue all quickly: hark: hark Mother.
they are aboue the Steeple alredy, flying over your head
with a noyse of Musitians

Hec.

they are they indeed: help: help me: J'm too late els.

Song:

Come away: Come away:
in ye aire.
Hecat: Heccat, Come away

Hec.
J come, J come, J come, J come,
with all the speed J may,
with all the speed J may.
wher's Stadlin?
Heere
in ye aire.
wher's Puckle
heere
And Hoppo too, and Hellwaine too
we lack but you; we lack but you,
in ye aire
Come away, make up the count

Hecc.
J will but noynt, and then J mount.
Ther's one comes downe to fetch his dues
aboue
a kisse, a Coll, a Sip of Blood
A Spirit like a Cat descends.
and why thou staist so long
J muse, J muse.
Since the Air's so sweet, and good.

Hec.
Oh art thou come
what newes: what newes?
All goes still to our delight,
Either come, or els
Refuse: Refuse:

Hec.
Now J am furnishd for the Flight.

Fire:

hark, hark, the Catt sings a brave Treble in her owne
Language.

Hec.
going vp.
Now J goe, now J flie,
Malkin my sweete Spirit, and J.
Oh what a daintie pleasure 'tis
to ride in the Aire
when the Moone shines faire
and sing, and daunce, and toy, and kiss;
Ouer Woods, high Rocks, and Mountaines,
Ouer Seas, our Mistris Fountaines,
Ouer Steepe Towres, and Turretts,
we fly by night, 'mongst troopes of Spiritts,
No Ring of Bells, to our Eares sounds
No howles of Woolues, no yelps of Hounds.
No, not the noyse of waters-breache
or Cannons throat, our height can reache.


No Ring of Bells &c.

aboue.
Fire-

Well Mother, J thanck your kindnes: You must be
gambolling i'th Aire; and leave me to walk here, like a
Foole, and a Mortall.

—Exit.